by Mary E. Lowd
March 12, 2021
The egret wanders
Through the waters
Snacking as it goes
Its white plumage shows
Sunlight and shadows
Playing so brightly
Across its back
It has the knack
Strutting as confidently
As any waterfowl
Living its life
In the here and now
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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